There was a lot to take in. Shock replaced curiosity replaced anxiety replaced relief until there was simply just too much to feel at once. Only distantly was she aware of the fruit medley that had spilled down Ishida-kun's shirt, of the fact that she should be running to fetch napkins to wipe up the mess, but that she wasn't, staying rooted to her spot and blissfully unaware of his eyes examining her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the argument happening alongside them, felt the hairs raising at the back of her neck. (You've figured out my nefarious scheme-) There was something wrong with the picture, with the coldness in Kratos's voice, and the building fire in Lloyd's. Everything about the boy was expressive and so loud and so disagreeable -- familiar almost, but so too was the dismissive way that the other man had addressed him. It was a strange inkling, nothing more than a hunch really, for her to think it was all somehow misplaced.
But it was really none of her business, was it? She looked to her classmate, then to the red-headed stranger and back again, understanding at once that there was no danger here despite the distrust rattling like an ugly song in Lloyd's subsequent arguments. And anyway, Ishida-kun had been hit with a bat, and that should've taken top priority from the very beginning; perhaps she could heal his bruises right up if he'd let her.
Before Orihime could ask, however, he had turned and delivered the cryptic message towards the brown-haired boy beside them, directing their attention back on the nurses scattered about. It's just as she thought -- it was the fake smiles, the stethoscopes, and the uniforms surrounding them that shook her the most (you're confused, it was a nightmare, don'tyourememberthat--). Her fingers clenched and unclenched around where she gripped her breakfast tray, suppressing the sudden chill that uncurled along her spine like the touch of a ghost, but -- she mustered up a small smile when Ishida-kun addressed her, shaking off the haunting sensation.
"I arrived... last night, I think. I might've -- fainted a little," she replied, tone bubbly if not slightly tentative, as if fainting wasn't exactly a big deal.
"So I,"
Why are you wearing those clothes?
Her smile slipped, gaze dropping. "I don't know why I'm-- why we're both here or what's..."
no subject
But it was really none of her business, was it? She looked to her classmate, then to the red-headed stranger and back again, understanding at once that there was no danger here despite the distrust rattling like an ugly song in Lloyd's subsequent arguments. And anyway, Ishida-kun had been hit with a bat, and that should've taken top priority from the very beginning; perhaps she could heal his bruises right up if he'd let her.
Before Orihime could ask, however, he had turned and delivered the cryptic message towards the brown-haired boy beside them, directing their attention back on the nurses scattered about. It's just as she thought -- it was the fake smiles, the stethoscopes, and the uniforms surrounding them that shook her the most (you're confused, it was a nightmare, don'tyourememberthat--). Her fingers clenched and unclenched around where she gripped her breakfast tray, suppressing the sudden chill that uncurled along her spine like the touch of a ghost, but -- she mustered up a small smile when Ishida-kun addressed her, shaking off the haunting sensation.
"I arrived... last night, I think. I might've -- fainted a little," she replied, tone bubbly if not slightly tentative, as if fainting wasn't exactly a big deal.
"So I,"
Why are you wearing those clothes?
Her smile slipped, gaze dropping. "I don't know why I'm-- why we're both here or what's..."
What's going on?
"... going on, either..."